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| [Happy that the curse is over, Tidus thought it would be a great idea to share that fact with everyone else. He turns on the video, in the park. How long has he been there? Who knows. He still hasn't bothered to choose a place to live yet.]
Hey, I'm back to normal! Now you get to see what I really look like!
[He holds the SFC out further, you know in that predictable way people do with things like cellphone cameras, smiling brightly and starts walking around.]
See? My first curse. It feels like some kind of rite of passage or something. I guess now I'm officially a member of this city, huh? So, what do all of you do when things aren't in total chao--w-whoa!
[He loses his balance and falls, ending the feed. A few moments later, he turns it back on.]
But yeah, I look way better now. | |
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| [ For those browsing through the network today, they will be surprised to see a very blue and a very angry bird glaring at them through the screen of the SFC. This bird is no ordinary bird but rather a certain moody demigod who've been transformed into a legendary pokemon. Angrily scratching and clawing at the screen of his SFC like a madmanmad bird, Yasha eventually gives up and flies off.
To where? No one knows, that is until the large blue pokemon comes swooping down into the nearby park. Landing upon a high tree branch, Yasha sits there looking as mad as he can be in this awkward form. Despite how livid he is, Yasha does take the time to preen his feathers. If he's going to be a silly looking blue jay, he might as well be a good looking one.
That's his logic but it's rather difficult to look "good" when there's a constant blizzard floating around you. Considering that the legendary pokemon is a bird with the power of ice; anyone who happens to be sitting around in the park by be caught in the sudden ice storm that formed around Yasha.
Yeah, have fun with that. ] | |
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| [The first time Tidus turns on the video of his SFC, he doesn't look quite the same as he did in person. Orange fur, cat-like ears...why yes, he's a Lombax. He crosses his arms. He doesn't look too happy, but he doesn't look like he's about to freak out or burst into tears, either. He narrows his eyes, still blue--something that stayed the same, though there are enough traits for him to look different.]I already tried going back to sleep for five minutes and waking up. I already panicked, and I already know this is one of those curses. But could someone tell me what I am? [He fidgets uncomfortably, leaning back. It appears he hasn't ditched his normal attire.] This feels really weird. It's too warm, and my head is heavy. How does anything put up with this? | |
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| [ After suffering from a humiliating loss, Yasha tried to pool all of the resources he had into researching the fundamentals of magic. While he possesses no interest to learn it, Yasha figured that if he could at least understand it that he could possibly best his new adversary in combat. He needed to know if magic could be limited or even blocked from use, and if so how? ]Tell me, just many of you are proficient in sorcery? [ Looking quite studious in what the locals deem as "normal clothing", Yasha looked almost nothing like his godly self except for the traditional markings etched upon his face. He was doing his best to blend in while not allowing people to catch wind of why he was researching this topic.
The last thing he needs is for that trickster to appear again with his smug smirk. If Yasha wanted answers, he need to be careful in how he asks. ]I figured that since so many of us hail from various realms, that there are different kinds of sorcerers present in this world. If true, then here's my next question: how does your magic vary from that of sorcerers hailing from alter worlds? Is all magic the same or is there some sort of variation? | |
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